I never wanted to be a private detective. It just kind of happened.
My old man was the best private detective in the world. I know this because he told me so on several occasions.
My Ma died when I was only a few weeks old. Dad felt that in order to give me the best possible start in life, that he should work every case that came his way.
So he kept me close in his middle drawer. Top drawer: gun. Middle drawer: me. Bottom drawer: bourbon. I guess the apple really doesn't fall too far from the tree.
